Note: This follows another fic called "Another Change, Another Constant". You have to read that before you can understand this new series.
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"So, how was the campus?" Wilson asked House from across the cafetaria table.
"Big.Old.Academic."House answered as he focused on twirling his cane.
"How was Olivia? What did you two do?"
"She showed me the música studio on campus that she interns at...We had jantar at some legendary pizza place in town and then we saw some movie at the local cinema."
Wilson put down his coffee. He leaned over and pulled down on House's cane.
"Hey!"
"House, what happened? You're atuação mais aloof than usual."
House sighed and stilled his cane.
"Nothing happened...There were no uncomfortable silences or awkward conversations...It was...nice."
"And the problem with that is?"
"I tend to screw things up as you well know." House replied.
"Stop being self-deprecating it's annoying...You like her and she likes you. Stop over-thinking this thing and just embrace whatever happens...And you haven't screwed it up yet so..."
"It's only a matter of time." House said suddenly.
"It's nice that she matters this much to you, but don't self-sabotage the situation. She's coming down in a week to stay for Thanksgiving, right?"
"She'll stay at my place."
"On your lumpy pee-stained couch?" Wilson asked incredulously.
House rolled his eyes and grinned.
"No, Sherlock. I'm gonna let her take my bed."
"What about your leg? You can't handle a night on the sofa, and would she really want to sleep in that biohazard you call a bed?"
"That's why I need you to buy some girly sheets for her to sleep in. Anyway, after I take enough muscle relaxant I can get comfortable anywhere."
"It's weird to see you really off the Vicodin...How's the Skelaxin in comparison?"
"It helps with the big spasms at the end of the day, but I do miss being able to feel the release throughout the day...I can only take the Skelaxin twice...I don't get the same buzz to want to take it mais anyway. It mostly just makes me drowsy."
"Well, it's an improvement. The Methadone isn't clouding your judgement as much this time. The lower dosage seems to be working better."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Enough talk about the leg and drug regimen...By the way I'd prefer you not bring that up when she comes."
"You told her about your drug issues already it's not a secret."
"I know, but it's not exactly something I want to get in to a deeper conversation about either. The less she knows the easier it will be."
Wilson shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine. But if I'm going shopping for sheets your giving me some money."
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"I need to do a brain biopsy on my patient." House shouted as he barged in to Cuddy's office. She looked up from her computer screen and made a face.
"I saw the file House. There is no medical basis for a biposy at this point..."
"It may be the only way to get to another point...He's literally on his last leg here, and I would rather not have to lop off his other one." He said as he sat across from her.
Cuddy pursed her lips and then let out a breath.
"If you're gonna do it get Dr.Sanders. He's the best neuro surgeon we've got. He'll be the best at the biopsy."
House smiled at his victory.
"I'll call Sanders then." He said as he stood up.
"Oh, and House..."
"Yeah?"
"I ran into your daughter today." Cuddy said with her own victorius smile."
"How?"
"She was at that bookstore, "Give Me a Line", on cereja street...I happened to be coming out of the coffee comprar seguinte door when I ran in to her...So, you are having a Thanksgiving jantar for her. That is so..."
"Don't even say sweet. Yeah, she's staying for this week, and no she isn't staying on my couch... What did you two talk about anyway?" He asked as he twirled his cane. Cuddy smiled fondly at him.
"She told me how excited she was to meet another one of your friends and that she had heard a lot about me."
"I may have mentioned our strange and exhausting friendship slash employer/employee relationship..."
"She invited me and Rachel to dinner." She said suddenly. House stopped twirling his cane and looked up.
"And what did you say?"
Cuddy stood up and walked close to him.
"I said it would be great, but I'd have to talk to you first."
"It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." He replied.
She grinned at his response.
"Then me and Rachel will be there."
He smiled in return and left the room.
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"Daddy's home!" House yelled as he came into his apartment. Olivia rolled her eyes and looked up from her laptop.
"Hey, Greg. I made lasagena."
House put his knapsack down and sat seguinte to her on the sofa.
"It smells like it needs some mais basil... Are you working on school stuff?" He asked as he tried to look at her laptop screen.
"Actually, I'm working on a short story...Oh, did Dr. Cuddy talk to you today?"
House leaned back against the sofá and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
"Yeah, she told me about the little meet and greet you two had. When were you gonna let me know she was coming over?"
Olivia grinned and closed her laptop.
"The way you talk about her made me think it wouldn't be too presumptuous of me to invite her."
House feigned annoyance and then smirked at his daughter.
"Well, luckily you were right... how did you sleep last night in my bed?"
"Oh, it was very comfortable and I especially liked the purple flowered blankets...I'm guessing Wilson bought those."
"Hey, I can appreciate flores on occasion." He quipped before standing up and going in to the kitchen. Olivia followed.
"I should have warned you. I am not the greatest cook." She said as she watched him inspect the burnt lasagena slice.
"That's okay. I'll teach you."
"You know how to cook?"
"Took lessons with the wife."
She laughed.
"I'm sure Wilson loves being referred to as your wife."
House chuckled and poured them both a cup of pêssego juice.
"Oh, he knows his role."
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"So, how was the campus?" Wilson asked House from across the cafetaria table.
"Big.Old.Academic."House answered as he focused on twirling his cane.
"How was Olivia? What did you two do?"
"She showed me the música studio on campus that she interns at...We had jantar at some legendary pizza place in town and then we saw some movie at the local cinema."
Wilson put down his coffee. He leaned over and pulled down on House's cane.
"Hey!"
"House, what happened? You're atuação mais aloof than usual."
House sighed and stilled his cane.
"Nothing happened...There were no uncomfortable silences or awkward conversations...It was...nice."
"And the problem with that is?"
"I tend to screw things up as you well know." House replied.
"Stop being self-deprecating it's annoying...You like her and she likes you. Stop over-thinking this thing and just embrace whatever happens...And you haven't screwed it up yet so..."
"It's only a matter of time." House said suddenly.
"It's nice that she matters this much to you, but don't self-sabotage the situation. She's coming down in a week to stay for Thanksgiving, right?"
"She'll stay at my place."
"On your lumpy pee-stained couch?" Wilson asked incredulously.
House rolled his eyes and grinned.
"No, Sherlock. I'm gonna let her take my bed."
"What about your leg? You can't handle a night on the sofa, and would she really want to sleep in that biohazard you call a bed?"
"That's why I need you to buy some girly sheets for her to sleep in. Anyway, after I take enough muscle relaxant I can get comfortable anywhere."
"It's weird to see you really off the Vicodin...How's the Skelaxin in comparison?"
"It helps with the big spasms at the end of the day, but I do miss being able to feel the release throughout the day...I can only take the Skelaxin twice...I don't get the same buzz to want to take it mais anyway. It mostly just makes me drowsy."
"Well, it's an improvement. The Methadone isn't clouding your judgement as much this time. The lower dosage seems to be working better."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Enough talk about the leg and drug regimen...By the way I'd prefer you not bring that up when she comes."
"You told her about your drug issues already it's not a secret."
"I know, but it's not exactly something I want to get in to a deeper conversation about either. The less she knows the easier it will be."
Wilson shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine. But if I'm going shopping for sheets your giving me some money."
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"I need to do a brain biopsy on my patient." House shouted as he barged in to Cuddy's office. She looked up from her computer screen and made a face.
"I saw the file House. There is no medical basis for a biposy at this point..."
"It may be the only way to get to another point...He's literally on his last leg here, and I would rather not have to lop off his other one." He said as he sat across from her.
Cuddy pursed her lips and then let out a breath.
"If you're gonna do it get Dr.Sanders. He's the best neuro surgeon we've got. He'll be the best at the biopsy."
House smiled at his victory.
"I'll call Sanders then." He said as he stood up.
"Oh, and House..."
"Yeah?"
"I ran into your daughter today." Cuddy said with her own victorius smile."
"How?"
"She was at that bookstore, "Give Me a Line", on cereja street...I happened to be coming out of the coffee comprar seguinte door when I ran in to her...So, you are having a Thanksgiving jantar for her. That is so..."
"Don't even say sweet. Yeah, she's staying for this week, and no she isn't staying on my couch... What did you two talk about anyway?" He asked as he twirled his cane. Cuddy smiled fondly at him.
"She told me how excited she was to meet another one of your friends and that she had heard a lot about me."
"I may have mentioned our strange and exhausting friendship slash employer/employee relationship..."
"She invited me and Rachel to dinner." She said suddenly. House stopped twirling his cane and looked up.
"And what did you say?"
Cuddy stood up and walked close to him.
"I said it would be great, but I'd have to talk to you first."
"It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." He replied.
She grinned at his response.
"Then me and Rachel will be there."
He smiled in return and left the room.
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"Daddy's home!" House yelled as he came into his apartment. Olivia rolled her eyes and looked up from her laptop.
"Hey, Greg. I made lasagena."
House put his knapsack down and sat seguinte to her on the sofa.
"It smells like it needs some mais basil... Are you working on school stuff?" He asked as he tried to look at her laptop screen.
"Actually, I'm working on a short story...Oh, did Dr. Cuddy talk to you today?"
House leaned back against the sofá and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
"Yeah, she told me about the little meet and greet you two had. When were you gonna let me know she was coming over?"
Olivia grinned and closed her laptop.
"The way you talk about her made me think it wouldn't be too presumptuous of me to invite her."
House feigned annoyance and then smirked at his daughter.
"Well, luckily you were right... how did you sleep last night in my bed?"
"Oh, it was very comfortable and I especially liked the purple flowered blankets...I'm guessing Wilson bought those."
"Hey, I can appreciate flores on occasion." He quipped before standing up and going in to the kitchen. Olivia followed.
"I should have warned you. I am not the greatest cook." She said as she watched him inspect the burnt lasagena slice.
"That's okay. I'll teach you."
"You know how to cook?"
"Took lessons with the wife."
She laughed.
"I'm sure Wilson loves being referred to as your wife."
House chuckled and poured them both a cup of pêssego juice.
"Oh, he knows his role."
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